Stretched out between his legs and laying her head on his thigh, she took it in her hands and looked up at it. A tower of strength. She worshipped her.... This was a yearly pilgrimage, an altar where she came to kneel and pray and give thanks for all of her blessings. He was her wailing wall. The world could fall down around her, as it had a tendency to do over time, her father’s death, her sister’s nasty divorce, her husband’s distance, her own children’s betrayals, but David was a constant, her. I often toss pantyhose with runs in them into a small basket for wearing during masturbatory sessions before throwing them out. The four pair were of various shades and type. I wore coffee, off-black, suntan and nude. Two were sheer to the waist style and the others had a conventional reinforced panty.Wearing those four pair of pantyhose over my silky jet black sheer to waist was very stimulating. The sheer nylon was in constant motion. The nylon was rubbing against nylon as well as rubbing. She closed the door and undressed herself leaving only her panties on. I was beginning to stir and when her soft hand touched my hand I turned my head to see who it was (like I didn't know!)."Morning sleepy head, time to get up."She was smiling and looking at the tent my cock had made under the sheet."Looks like someone woke up before you." He always gets up before I do" I replied.I was looking in her eyes and I couldn't help noticing something wicked in her smile. Her cheeks were slightly red,. Instead he just smiled and said, "Would you like fries with that?"The man smiled. "Yeah. Say, what are you doing when you finish work? Perhaps I could take you out for a drink?"Paul glared at him and the man visibly paled. "Or maybe not." He paid for his burger and fries and retreated to one of the bolted-down tables."I hate that the most about working here. When the lowlifes try to pick you up. Why do they try?" Mandy asked in an annoyed tone.Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash.